Somebody Pinch Me

OMG. You will NEVER believe our luck.  Here is a play by play of what happened yesterday (we would have blogged earlier but were WAY too disoriented from excitement). 

As Jstar mentioned at the end of her last blog, yesterday was our shopping extravaganza.  After standing in line to get the DVD at midnight and watching extras until 3 am (can I just say cutting the Carlisle/Esme and Victoria/James clips was a big mistake), we woke up at my house around 10 am, hopped in the shower, grabbed some coffee, and headed down to Roberston Blvd.  First we did a lap around the Lisa Kline side of the street. After about a block of walking a random girl stops us and tells us she “feels a good energy” off of the “two of us” and that we should “come see her”.  We awkwardly thank her, as you would do any random psychic off the street, and continue on.  We noticed a crowd around KITSON on the other side of the street with tons of paparazzi.  Yes, we saw a huge Twilight painting on the window (it was the official day of the dvd release) but figured the crowd was watching Paris or Nicole shopping inside.

Once inside the Kitson sister-store on our side of the street, we asked the cute/gay/singing/helpful clerk what was up at the mother store.  He informed us it was the Twilight DVD release party and ACTUAL cast members would be in attendance (mind you the line outside Kitson looked WAY too short for actual twilight presence to be true).  We figured it would be a few hours and there was no way we would see anyone.  We continued on to the other (twilight) side of the street.

Right before we started to approach Kitson and the huge crowd blocking the sidewalk, we decided to go into Madison right next door.  The clerk there, some 20-something dressed in black, bitterly told us how Twilight stars were going to appear “just another thing for you to pay for so they can get your money”.  Jstar and I played it cool, laughing with him like it was no big deal. We continued  browsing the racks, watching the clerk shoo Twi-fans away from blocking the store entrance outside.

Once we finished, we stepped outside Madison which spit us right to the back of the way-too-short twilight line, just in time to see tons of flash bulbs, paparazzi holding their cameras high above their heads, and a glimpse of Red Hair.  

A Louboutin stilettoed Rachelle Lefevre, in all her glory was working her way down the way too short line (with no dividing boundaries, like you are just talking to your friends on the street) talking to different fans.  Behind her, further away was an extremely tall Kellan Lutz in a Beanie (who by the way made eye contact with both Jstar and I, never made it to us, and we are sure it’s because he was intimidated by our unlikely Twi-fan beauty).  Rachelle had amazing people skills and held actual conversations with almost every person she talked to.  In what seemed like five seconds since we were standing there, Rachelle greeted us.

Rachelle: Hi

Mstyles: Hi Rachell-

Rachelle (cutting me off…touches my hand and tells me…): I love your ring.

Mstyles: Thank you (notices Rachelle has a tattoo on her wrist in black cursive ink)! We just wanted to tell you we totally wish they would have kept your make-out scene in the movie.

Rachelle: (Laughs) Thank you, I haven’t actually seen it.

Mstyles: You haven’t? We just watched it last night on the extras, it is way hot.

Jstar: It totally puts you in the mood.

(all three of us laugh)

Rachelle:  Well thank you, we definitely had fun shooting it.

(laughs again)

Mstyles:  You are so gorgeous I love your hair ( Can’t contain self and touches a small piece of it hanging over her shoulder..keep in mind she crossed the touching line first when she touched my hand so I figured it was ok and not a total psychofan move).

Rachelle:  Aw thank you, it was so nice to meet you both.

Jstar and Mstyles (out of sync): You too, bye, thank you.

Then Rachelle talked to a few people behind us before making her way back up to the store entrance.

Next, Jstar asked the crazed Twi-fan in front of us how many stars were supposed to be here. She told us “just the three”. The three? I said to myself.  I could only see Kellan still a little ways away, scraping the sky with his height (and I’m 5’9 mind you).  Then it hit me.  Maybe 12 feet away, tiny Ashley Greene with shorter-than-usual dark hair and dark clothing was talking to fans. I was looking right over her.  She approached us less than five minutes later.  By this time I had a chance to remember my camera phone.

Mstyles: Hi Ashley, would you mind taking a picture with us?

Ashley: Sure.  I really like your jacket (to Jstar).

Jstar: Aww Thank you.

(Jstar gets on the other side of Ashley and a random twilight fan lady struggles to take our pic, arms around eachother, Jstar, thinking shes touching my back lightly scratches “my” back in a “omg can you believe this” kind of way, later to find out she was feeling up Ash. )

Mstyles: Thank you, you’re so gorgeous.

Ashley: Aww you’re welcome, and thank you.

All of us invariably: bye!

We watched Kellan go back up to the front of the store window where the three of them stood for the paparazzi and took some pictures before going inside.  Earlier we asked to same Twi-fan and she informed us Kitson sold $75 tickets in advance for the DVD, twi sweatshirt, and signing with “3 stars” from the film.  After the excitement we stepped off the curb and walked in the street around the other side of the crowd where we saw the last glimpse of them heading into the store.  After almost falling to pieces at our sheer dumb luck we called our MOMS!  They didn’t seem to care, which apalled us both and we immediately wished we had saved Michaela’s (our loyal reader) number because Michaela would care and understand the greatness of what had just taken place!

Paparazzi Pic

YES. I touched her hair. Jealous?

The moral of the story is Jstar should joke more about “running into” Twilight stars (see previous post).  We will def be contacting that psychic we saw earlier that day who said we had a “good energy”.  Bitch was right on the money!

Can ALMOST die happy,

Mstyles

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